Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

He tried to keep his cool, he really did. Whatever Towhee and Meerkat were saying was more or less static to his ears, which were burning hotter than usual. Phox could feel his throat tighten and he could hear how angry he sounded when the words came out. -Today?! And when are you planning on leaving?- Phox asked. -And why have you never mentioned this before?- It all felt way, way too sudden for his liking. Phox was clearly not pleased. But she could hear that. And Towhee would be able to see it. Rarely did the Redhawk get angry, but this felt like the appropriate time to do so.